My first food memory

I had no idea what my first food memory was until I visited home, sifting through old pictures. Family vacations and birthdays were all there, but one of me in my high chair truly brought me back. "Margot, 1988." I was three years old and grinning from ear to ear with a faceful of ketchup and a handful of chicken. I could suddenly taste the salty shredded chicken with the sweet, tangy ketchup as if I was back in the highchair. And then I tasted sweet, and sure enough there was a bowl of mashed sweet potatoes on the highchair as well. I looked ecstatic to be surrounded by all these different flavors, like I owned that little patch of space that was my highchair and kitchen table.